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That takes me back to when I used to compete in athletics. Mediocre white men always challenged me because I’m short and they thought it would be an easy victory.
This also shows that an average man cannot beat a trained female athlete like they think they can. Those “biological advantages” only work if you’re a trained athlete too, otherwise the trained woman will always win.
I could absolutely take a wild bear 1v1, name literally ANY board game and I would fucking smoke that bear
Jfc if I have to hear one more fucking person say “youre gonna alienate the white working class” Im gonna scream
My kingdom for crackers to stop playing like joking about feds in your house is funny. For some crackers, it’s a saturday night live routine; for us, that shit is a hashtagging of us, our lovers, our families, and maybe even our cats and dogs if the peckerwood pig on the other end of the magnum’s feeling peckish. God fucking damn.
Does anyone here feel like a banana or coconut? (Asian on the outside, white inside)
Cuz I do… Idk how to deal with this…
Well, because I don’t feel much attachment to my nation of origin, the Philippines, with its culture, and language,
I guess that’s in part due to the fact I was raised as a child of some skilled expats who worked in Dubai, in a more or less globalized environment…
I used to, when I was a lot younger. It took a close homie of mine chipping away at the neurotic almost-phobia that my mother gave me of my own culture, and then a run-in with the cops a few years after the homie that absolutely informed me as to what I am when the pig’s radioing home, for me to really start busting those walls down and feeling out who I am and what my place is.
I have a very similar background to you.
I don’t have solutions per se but I realised later on that my lack of interest in my own origin and culture stems from mainly personal trauma and scarce engagement with people from my country.
Like you, since being taught abroad, it meant that there was no singular nation or country to identify with and I assume, as typical for international kids in the Arabian Peninsula, you’d grow up either in a “international” private school and your high school would end in either IAL or IB.
This means a severe disconnection and ignorance of your own history and culture. You’d be taught a Eurocentric and often “globalized” (neoliberal) image of both yourself and society at large. I myself was bombarded with notions of “global citizenship” (which was an actual subject you could study).
A step towards appreciating and recognising my own identity was reading the history of my own country. Understanding what my ancestors been through, understanding the dynamics in which have shaped people before me, and understanding how it affected my self-perception and how I ended up where I am (in this case, West Asia).
It is not easy. But fortunately for both you and I, we have our work cut out short by being from countries colonized by Anglophones. There is an extensive corpus of books written in English that you are able to engage with dealing with your own culture and country.
I myself struggle to learn a language - and I envy those who can pick up multiple relatively easily - so I say this as no easy step, but learning your native tongue and it’s nuances and specifities will undoubtedly boost your own “cultural self-confidence” but also allow you to engage with the masses of people where you are from.
I’ll have to say though that I was able to return to my home country for a few years, and that also helped slowly chipped the alienation I had felt prior.
I have never heard of an apple before. Is this an American nickname? I do sometimes feel myself growing distant from Taiwan as I continue to live in Latin America and integrate more to the culture. There are times when I find myself thinking in Spanish before Chinese and it is a little concerning sometimes.
Are you American? Or do you still live in Dubai? I have heard America can be hard for people from other cultures because you are forced to assimilate.
Being fn but looking white does drive me a bit nuts. Being raised outside of rez and then moving back in makes it especially difficult. It’s like the worst imposter syndrome possible.
I feel that way whenever I’m with people of my ethnicity but instantly feel the opposite whenever I spend too much time around white people. tbh I really only feel at home around leftists but even then their culinary choices are… concerning… who the fuck eats unspiced boiled peas with literally nothing else in the bowl??
who the fuck eats unspiced boiled peas with literally nothing else in the bowl??
Imma take a guess you’re prbly used to chana masala or something… (don’t worry, I’m not dissing your tastes)
white (passing) liberals who think euphemistic racism isn’t racism are fucking exhausting. we were driving my wife’s friend home and were talking about a neighborhood in my city and how rents were going up. so I said, well, yeah, it’s gentrifying. her friend started saying not really and my wife agreed, saying something about “urban youth” - apparently she meant the perceptions of bougie white people and was using the phrase tongue in cheek but it didn’t land that way to me and her friend took it as an invitation to increase the level of racism. after a bit, I pretended to have spaced out for a bit and asked them to clarify who they were talking about - you know, inviting them to drop the euphemisms and walk it back a bit - but her friend just immediately jumped in with “problem people” so I just checked out for the rest of the drive, until I could properly chide my wife for the racist bullshit.
when I did, she gave the above clarification but dove straight into the lib racism of paternalistic stereotypes (it’s not their fault, they’re just traumatized so they do drugs and abuse their kids - bitch, all parents abuse their kids! you’re trans, you know that!) so I called her out about that too. told her to eat the racist brainworms.
anyway, that’s it. just venting. she wants me to be friends with her friend but I just don’t think we’re going to connect - I’m going to start a fight over bullshit like this sooner rather than later. I can’t keep my mouth shut unless I’m already exhausted.
